"We could go visit her," Endora smirked, "I think Bree would like to meet her new neighbor."
"Bree isn't a common name for a witch or a mortal," Samantha pointed out, "is it a nickname?"
"Yes, my child. Brianna Van de Kamp is her full name…you and Mrs. Van de Kamp have an awful lot in common," Endora remarked, "as matter of fact sometimes I play cards with Bree's mother and we chat about what it's like to have mortals for sons-in-law." Samantha winced, personally tired of hearing her mother complain about her husband.
"Darrin and I already agreed that we would meet Bree and her husband in two weeks when she officially moved into the neighborhood," Samantha reminded Endora, "that's soon enough…"
"For mortals!" Endora huffed, "but we witches can challenge time, reaching Paris, Egypt, Venice in a matter of seconds."
"NO, Mother," Samantha sighed, "I WILL NOT visit Bree before she moves in. That's all I have to say about it. Would you like some coffee cake, Mother?"
"Yes, dear, but not what you have in mind. It will take you minutes to get the coffee cake from the kitchen while it takes me…" Endora paused as she twitched her hand three times and a small plate of thick coffee cake appeared in her hand, "three seconds."
"Very funny, Mother," Samantha smirked.
Meanwhile, in Darrin's office, he couldn't stop thinking about Tabitha's drawing of Bree. It looked like Tabitha knew exactly who Bree was, like the woman was modeling for Tabitha. But that wasn't possible. Bree was miles away and none of the Stephens had ever met her or heard her name until Samantha had received the letter. Darrin shook his head. He was being paranoid; it was because he was married to a witch. Ever since he found out about Samantha's powers, he was always looking for ways in which she could fail her promise to him. Oftentimes, she did and in his heart of hearts he didn't mind. When Tabitha was born and the Stephens learned she was a witch, Darrin became even more paranoid. If his grown wife—with responsibility and self-control—used magic every so often, wouldn't Tabitha be even harder to control? Especially with Endora. Oh, how Darrin despised Endora! He knew he shouldn't hate his own mother-in-law, but if it weren't for her Darrin's life would be more normal. Samantha and Tabitha would rarely—if ever—use their powers. With Endora popping in and out of the house, it felt like Sam and Endora were on some crazy adventure every week. One day he finds out they're eating lunch with Cleopatra, the next they're getting a bluebird to talk to Tabitha.
"Oh, I need to stop thinking about them," Darrin said to himself, "I can't concentrate on my work. Tabitha draws pictures of people almost every day, There's nothing truly special about this one." But how very wrong he was.